This job was crucial for Iris, especially as she was on the verge of being confirmed for a permanent position. With Ted creating such a scene, she risked upsetting her boss and losing that opportunity. A heaviness settled in her heart."Iris, go write the resignation letter..." Ted said."Ted!" Iris snapped, frustration evident in her voice. "Professor Sandler recommended this job to me. I value it highly and I'm working hard to prove myself. I can't let him down again, especially after what I did for Stanley. If I disappoint him once more, I'll never be able to face him."Ted's mouth silently opened and closed. He was just unhappy with the way Jason treated Iris; he never intended to jeopardize her job."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he admitted, guilt washing over him."It's okay," Iris replied, her eyes stinging with emotion. "You should leave. I have to work.""Do you want me to apologize to your boss? That way, he won’t hold it against you because of me," Ted offered
Therefore, when Yvonne came to see him, he proposed, "If you can help me find out if Jason has any interest in Iris, I’ll convince your parents not to arrange any blind dates for you for a year."Yvonne immediately agreed.She then encouraged Ted to confess to Iris in a high-profile manner to provoke a reaction from Jason. If Jason liked Iris, he would surely be angry; if not, he wouldn’t care at all. Earlier, Ted said that Jason was angry. That indicated Jason had feelings for Iris.“Okay; I’ll give your parents a call,” the old man said, sitting comfortably in his rocking chair, swaying leisurely despite having just lost a chess match.Yvonne sensed there was more to it than her grandfather let on. Crouching beside the rocking chair like a curious gossip, she asked, “Grandpa, what made you suspect Jason might have feelings for Iris?”Professor Sandler looked at her and chuckled softly. “You know nothing.”The reason he had shown Jason a photo of Iris and tried to match them u
"Mr. Just, are you... are you running a fever?" Iris asked, puzzled. She still could not comprehend why he was so angry.If it wasn’t a fever causing him to act irrationally, why would he say something so weird? It almost sounded like he was upset about other men pursuing her."What are you talking about?" Jason asked, baffled.Iris was trying not to get fired, so she said humbly, "N-nothing. I'm just concerned about your health."Jason's gaze was intense and inscrutable. "For Professor Sandler's sake, I'll give you another chance," he gave a grand excuse even though he clearly knew he wouldn’t fire her.Grateful, Iris quickly nodded. "I’ll do a good job. I promise it won't happen again.""Go back to work," he said, waving her off.As she turned to leave, Jason called out, "Wait."Iris paused with her hand on the doorknob. She turned back with a smile, eager to please. "What can I do for you, Mr. Just?""Do you like the man who gave you flowers today?"Iris was caught off gua
The woman had provided a video and audio recording. Based on the video and audio, it appeared that he did force himself on her."Please describe in detail what happened that day," Iris urged. She couldn't find any breakthroughs from the case file, so she was hoping to do so from the man's testimony.After organizing his thoughts, the man began recounting the events of that day carefully. Iris listened intently and noted that his account closely matched the details in the case file."Is this friend of yours very close to you?" Iris asked.The man nodded, saying, "We've been friends for over a decade."He then added, "Our families also know each other; he wouldn't set me up. Please, you must help me. I don't want anyone to know about this, and I can't afford to go to prison."Iris scrutinized him. He was dressed in a designer suit. Stanley also had suits of this brand, so Iris knew that it was worth at least thirty thousand, and his watch was likely worth over a hundred thousand. H
The receptionist's eyes immediately widened in shock.Mr. Just is dating his assistant?Jason neither confirmed nor denied her statement. He pursed his lips, thinking."Oh, let me treat you to a meal," Cassie said, grabbing Jason’s arm, as if to keep him from escaping. He allowed her to pull him along.She led him to a table outside a nearby café. "Tell me, how far along have you and my daughter progressed?" Cassie inquired, then quickly added, "Wait, you haven’t had lunch yet, have you? I made these sushi myself. Try it."She opened the lunchbox, revealing beautifully arranged sushi, crafted with care to please the eye and palate. She handed him a pair of chopsticks."Thank you, Mrs. Glover," Jason said with a smile as he accepted them."Oh, you’re welcome, you’re welcome," Cassie beamed, forgetting all about her daughter as she watched Jason enjoy the food.Jason picked up a piece of sushi and took a bite. It was delicious. Iris must have inherited her culinary skills from
After sitting down, Iris opened the meal box to discover food from a high-end restaurant across the street. That puzzled her. Since when had her mother become so generous?Jason handed her a bottle of water. "What’s wrong? Is the case not going smoothly?"Even a luxurious takeaway couldn't stimulate her appetite. "Yeah, I can’t find any defensible points," she admitted.Jason leaned back on the sofa, casually reclining. There was a softness in his demeanor, but his eyes held a serious focus. "Don't trap yourself in a box."He knew Iris was smart, but she lacked practical experience. Once she had spent a few more years in this field, she would definitely become a good lawyer. After she had encountered enough shady characters, she would know where the suspicions lay in a case like this.Iris frowned, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?""Eat first," Jason suggested."This case is really important to me because you said if I handle it well, I'll get a permanent position. Bu
Iris decided it wouldn't hurt. A drink might help her sleep well, clear her mind, and perhaps provide some clarity on the case the next day.As they made their way through a bottle of high-end wine, both she and Jason began to feel tipsy, with Iris experiencing a slight dizziness from the alcohol.Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open, and a couple stumbled in, clearly intoxicated.There were only Iris and Jason in the dimly lit room. There was no singing, no hostesses, and no games, so it was quiet inside.Therefore, the man and woman who barged in thought the room was empty. They had come inside to have sex.Their passionate kisses were intense, consuming all rational thoughts as they searched for solace in one another. They began taking off each other's clothes.The man touched the woman’s chest, saying, "Babe, they're so big and soft…"The woman, wearing a purple strapless dress with disheveled dark hair, coyly responded, "Be gentle…"The man chuckled, "I'm not
His sexy Adam's apple, tinged with a deep red, moved up and down a few times. Once he had calmed down, he draped her arm around his neck and lifted her into a bridal carry, one arm wrapped around her back and the other under her legs. Outside the club, he instructed the doorman to call a driver for them.While they waited, two cars pulled up: Henry and Lester emerged from one, while Stanley exited the other.Lester spotted Iris in Jason's embrace and exclaimed, "Holy crap!" Henry, annoyed, shot him a look. "Stop screaming! Did you see a ghost or something?""No! Look!" Lester pointed towards the entrance.Henry squinted. "Is that man holding Iris?""Who else could it be?" Lester’s eyes widened. "Who is that man?"Henry thought he looked familiar. "I think that's the young master of the Just family."Lester’s eyes grew larger. "Iris knows a man from the Just family?"Henry shook his head. He had no idea."How will Stanley react when he sees them?" Lester glanced at Stanley, w
Vince smiled, "I am."Iris said, "You've married a good woman."Kendra said while holding her grandson, "What about you, Iris? I heard from your mother that you broke up with your boyfriend. Why? Men like him are rare. I can't believe you actually broke up with him. Let me tell you, if you miss out on him, you won't find anyone as good in the future. I used to think Stanley was handsome, but Jason's even better-looking. Don't be stupid. Since you met someone good, you should hold onto him tightly and never let go. Don't break up with him so easily." The smile on Iris' face instantly faded.Vince noticed her change in demeanor and immediately spoke sternly to his mother, "Mom, she's an adult; she knows what she's doing. There's no need for you to interfere.""I'm just worried about Iris," Kendra replied, "You've met him before, right? Tell me, do you think Iris can find someone better than him?"Vince fell silent. Even he recognized Jason's qualities were impressive.Although Ja
However, she wasn't hungry. The only thing she felt was uneasy."Don't tell me you haven't had dinner yet?" Jason asked."I have," she lied, trying to keep her tone casual. After some hesitation, she asked, "Are things going well on your end?""I'll personally send Fiora there. The flight's tomorrow," he replied."How many days will you be gone for?""Three or four days."There was a moment of silence before Iris asked, "Is it okay if I don't see you off?"If she did, she would inevitably meet Fiora.Fiora was still unaware of her relationship with Jason. If she found out, it would surely complicate matters.It wasn't the right time to let her know."Of course.""Is there anything else?" she asked."...No. Good night.""You too, good night."After hanging up, Iris curled up on the couch, feeling vulnerable. Her eyes kept darting towards the door, fearing an unexpected intrusion. She didn't think she could fall asleep.Determined to take precautions, she ordered a surveil
When she bent down to move it aside, she saw a folder inside with her name written on it, which puzzled her.She became wary. Someone had placed this box at the door knowing this was where she lived. This was no mere coincidence. Who could it be?After ensuring there was nothing dangerous inside the box, she retrieved the folder and set the cardboard box aside. Entering her house with the folder in hand, she dropped her car keys and bag before quickly opening it. There was a stack of photos inside, all pictures of her — when she left the house for work in the morning, when she reached the law firm, when she went out for lunch, and when she walked to her car in the underground parking lot after work.Panic set in as she realized these photos were secretly taken by someone who was following her. Her heart raced. Someone had been tracking her and documenting her movements. What was the intention of leaving these photos at her doorstep? Was it a threat? An intimidation tactic? She
Iris turned to her, surprised."You don't seem too happy," she teased. "Rather than getting married, it looks more like you're going to attend a funeral.""Is marriage something to be happy about? Aren't you a cautionary tale?" Yvonne shot back.Iris was speechless.She was indeed a textbook cautionary tale.Yvonne poured herself another glass. "Marriage isn't something to be happy about. I'm just fulfilling my parents' wishes."In the past, she just wanted to have fun and didn't want to get married. When her parents urged her to get married, her grandfather defended her.Now that her grandfather had fallen ill and was not in good health, he also wanted to see her get married.She could ignore her parents, but for her grandfather's sake, she had to get married.Iris sighed. "I'm sorry for being a bad example. You're not me. Most marriages don't end like mine. Most people do well."Yvonne smiled. "Are you trying to comfort me?""Kind of," Iris admitted."I'm very rational. I
She only realized that when she checked her phone at the end of the workday. Brad had called multiple times, but she merely glanced at the notifications without replying. There were also missed calls from Yvonne, who asked to meet up that evening.Iris messaged back, asking: [What time? Where?][Star Coast.][Got it.]Iris went to the underground parking lot. She took the stairs as the elevator was under maintenance. The maintenance was scheduled to be performed after work hours when there were fewer people.Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairway, clattering loudly as emergency lights flickered on.A person in a black windbreaker, baseball cap, and face mask entered the stairway. Their head was bowed low, with half their face scrunched up inside their collar, obscuring their expression.Iris found her car, opened the door, and got in. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched her intently from the shadows.The person's tightly clenched hands and the bulging veins o
Iris kept quiet and didn't say anything. She felt a pang of regret over the waste since those things cost money. He could have just given them away instead of throwing them away. However, she couldn't help but find his jealousy endearing. She couldn't believe a successful man like him would get so jealous."Let me help you," she offered. She closed the fridge and moved into the kitchen to help him serve the breakfast that Samuel bought."What time did you wake up?" she asked."Before seven," he answered.Iris glanced at the time; it was already past eight.Just then, her phone in the bedroom rang.She got up to answer it and saw it was Brad calling. She hesitated before answering."What time are you coming to visit me, Iris?" Brad asked, sounding forlorn."I have to go to the law firm. I haven't been there for two days. I can't put the case off anymore," she explained, politely declining.Though it was true she had to deal with the case, she could actually spare a couple of ho
Jason simply smiled without saying a word, leaving Iris feeling as though she had been unwittingly tricked. He seemed like an easy-going person, but there was an innate confidence and control about him that set him apart from others."You have a hidden agenda, don't you?" she asked."Once you finish the case in Southerland, I'd like to transfer you overseas," he replied.As for Brad Vassell, he would continue to stay at the law firm.The two would naturally be separated.Iris sat up straight, alarmed. "What did you say?"She was not going to sacrifice her career for a man! Their relationship wasn't at a stage where such sacrifices were warranted. Actually, no matter how much she ended up loving him, she would not sacrifice her career for him. She had already learned her lesson."With your skills, limiting yourself to marriage cases is a waste. Don't you want to tackle international cases?" He spoke casually, but his words were full of temptation.Iris was aware that Jason had
"I'll explain to her." Jason bent down, lifted Iris up and carried her to the bedroom.Iris, feeling sad, buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she mumbled."It's not your fault. You didn't know she would be there." When Jason opened the bedroom door, the light passed over his face, illuminating the fleeting hint of danger in his eyes. "When you went to the Vassell family mansion, what did they say to you?""They just thanked me for mentoring Brad..." At that moment, Iris felt something was off. A family like the Vassells wouldn't need to invite her to their house for something so trivial. But if it wasn't to express their gratitude, why would they invite her? She wasn't close to them, and their statuses were vastly different."What was their intention?" she asked, looking up at him.All she saw was his firm jaw.Jason answered, "They had their reasons."He didn't blame Iris for easily accepting Brad's invitation; she wasn't part of their circle and naturally didn't know the
Iris was unbothered by Yvonne's antics; she would be more surprised if Yvonne didn't say something inappropriate.Yvonne closed the door with a smile. To be honest, she was genuinely happy for Iris, pleased to see her stepping out of her shell. She didn't care if Iris got together with Brad or Jason. She was happy as long as Iris could emerge from the shadows of her failed marriage without losing her confidence in men and still being open to love. After all, they say once bitten, twice shy. Yvonne feared that Iris might lose her ability to love someone after experiencing Stanley's betrayal.Iris approached the dining table, eyeing the fried chicken and beer. "We have dinner now.""Junk food," Jason remarked, glancing at it before pulling out his phone to make a call.Iris interjected, "Don't. It's fine to have junk food once in a while; it's not like we eat this every day. It would be a waste to throw it away."She opened the paper bag, retrieved the fried chicken, and set out gla